I've Been There Before

The passage led to the lift. With great fear, it seemed the passage was covered by nails.

Grace silently followed Kirk.

The lift was ahead of them. Kirk stopped for a second and gestured Grace to go ahead alone as if he was a gentleman. “Please, Miss Grace.”

“You…” Grace hesitated. She was not a warm-hearted girl, but she glanced over Kirk’s icy-cold face. “Don’t you come with me?”

“President only want to meet you.”

Kirk still grabbed Ruby’s arm in his hand. She hastily shouted as the lift door was about to close, “Grace! Grace! Please help me! I know you are too kind to leave me in the hell, right?”

Kirk annoyingly shot her a glare, and turned to Grace. “Miss Grace, you owe her nothing.”

There was no need to bother his president for the bitch.

Grace said before the door closed, “I know.”

I know I don’t owe her. I want to see the man I hate not for her.

Grace didn’t want to explain anything to anyone.

When the door opened again, she took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. He noticed her deathly-pale face reflected on the wall of the lift from the corner of her eyes.

Perhaps, in others’ opinion, she only came to beg a man she knew about for another, which was not a big deal.

But, in terms of Grace, it was much more painful… than kneeling on the ground.

“President Shaw, here I am.” For some reason, the lights in the hall were out, except some dimmed lights. On the cowhide sofa near the French window sat a man, his arm languidly laid on the armrest. Between his fingers, his smoking cigarette was snapped out.

She kind of flinched.

She instinctively moved backward.

In the meantime, there came a small laugh. “Have a seat.”

“…”

pointed to

not here to beg for

Grace slowly moved to the sofa and

because

was playing

and I have to obey

he heard

Who?

The daughter of family

suddenly propped his head against his arm laying on the armrest, his posture languid, his side face

clock ticked away the seconds, Grace

her face. With dim light, she couldn’t see his expression clearly. From time to time, she looked up

him, and she tilted her head up,

say something

I was waiting

out that the president was waiting for her to start talking

What a misunderstanding…so awkward.

was blushed scarlet,

from her took in

there’s something burning inside

want to beg for

deep voice got

let go

to hurt you again. How do they describe a person like you…oh…Mother Maria? How come you

lowered her head, hiding bitterness in her

don’t know the

his eyes and stared at her…Did she

you sure you want me to

if you want to be the Mother Maria, but how

bellowing coldly, “Grace, you know your kneeling was worthless

Grace replied hoarsely